It was a bad week for damn near everyone. Andy had a shit ton of trouble getting to New York… I’m not sure he’s even made it yet, even after all the money he’s dropped on one day of travel. In fact, everyone I know had travel problems due to the weather. Frances woke up Wednesday to several millimeters of frigid water flooding her basement floor. I almost fried my new laptop by spilling water on it. The snow knocked out the roads and the internets, making it impossible for many of us to work on Wed/Thursday. …and then then this happened to some poor folks:
All I’m saying is that this was a good week just to stay home. Which is what made Thursday just about perfect for me. The only reason one should really have left the house is for sledding down the ice-slicked streets. This is why I love my neighborhood: 20-30 of your neighbors drunken sledding down the steepest street on anything that would slide (cardboard boxes, cookie sheets, garbage can lids… even the kitchen sink). I’ve only been gone a few hours and I think I already miss my Seattle home.